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There was nothing remarkable about the way they died- The usual love-hate-fight-leave-comeback lovedance, The comfy dysfunction, the bruises and curses, The scattered pictures, toys and books, trappings of some shared yesterday. But most deaths do not expose such fractured domesticity Nor lay the burning embers of a humiliating need To the examination of public opinion […]
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